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imagined.
    Matt finally gave in and allowed himself to be escorted through the hallway and lounge and out of the house, where a bunch of dejected looking skinheads stood around with their wrists tied together, surrounded by even more big men and a couple of women wearing black commando gear.
    Every single head turned in Matt's direction when he stepped out into the street. It was nightmarish, and hair- no, fur-raising.
    "That's really him, isn't it?" someone whispered behind Matt.
    "Yeah. He's been missing for so long everyone thought he was dead."
    Were they talking about him? How did these people even know anything about him? He needed to find out exactly the how and whys of today's events; that was the only reason he was going along with these people. And Leah... he couldn't wait to come back and talk to her. In person.

Chapter Six
    It had to have been a dream. A crazy, surreal, impossible dream.
    Leah kept watching the woman- she'd introduced herself as Margaret - as she spoke, but her words weren't getting through to her at all.
    One moment, Leah had been remotely watching a movie with Matt, the next all hell had broken loose. Who the hell were the two men who had come into her house and tried to take her? What possible reason could they have had? They seemed to know something she didn't.
    And who were the people who intervened, including this Margaret woman who had stayed back to talk to her? She'd introduced herself as being from some kind of covert police task force, but Leah found that hard to believe.
    "It's strange, how our mind tries to trick us, isn't it?" Margaret asked.
    "What? Oh, yeah, very strange," Leah mumbled, averting her gaze from Margaret's prying eyes.
    Margaret continued to speak, and Leah made sure to nod and voice her agreement in all the right places. She was being handled, just like her supervisor in her old job used to do when she wanted Leah to take on more work for the same pay. Much like her supervisor, Leah could tell Margaret wasn't used to having someone disagree with her either, so it would be easier - and quicker - to just agree to anything she said while letting her own thoughts run rampant inside her head.
    If the entire home invasion part of tonight wasn't bad enough, Leah couldn't get one particular image out of her head. The bear.
    She'd been terrified when the bear came in - after all, who wouldn't be - but there was also something strangely familiar about it. She could swear there was something familiar in its eyes, something that had had a calming effect on her...But how could that be? She'd never seen a bear before, well, not outside of a zoo anyway, so how could she possibly have recognized it?
    And then, if that wasn't weird enough, the bear hadn't attacked her. Instead, it had gone straight for the intruders in her house. As though it was trying to protect her. That wasn't possible either, though, was it?
    After what felt like hours of nodding her head like a bobblehead to all sorts of explanations of stress induced hallucinations, Margaret finally left Leah to be alone with her thoughts.
    Still shaky with the after-effects of her insane ordeal, Leah headed straight for the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. No, better yet, something a bit stronger. The morning was early enough that it still counted as night, or at least, that's what she told herself. Propriety be damned; she needed a drink.
    As she poured herself a stiff one - Scotch that had been in her possession for much too long, she realized there was something else she needed as much, if not more. Her phone.
    Matt would have seen the commotion outside her home and be desperate for some kind of update. Leah knew she would be if she were in his place.
    Drink in hand, Leah rushed back into her bedroom. Where was the damn thing? Under the bed! That's where she had it last. She got down on all fours and found it soon after. No unread messages. Nothing.
    What the hell? The last thing she sent to him was a call for help.